Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This it's for the money my nigga
stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so many different
ones for this song
The next one switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To to make up shit
They
They don't pictures
They trace me
You know
Soon they who they plucked
They style from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own flow is
So the rings and things you about
em out
It's hard to when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer H-O-V
And I'm back for
New York's
Minister back to finish my business up

What can I say?
more can I do?
I this all to you
I this much is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You know what I'm about
Flying birds south
Moving wet off the
Purple in the drought
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't nothing on my
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
if they patrol I make payroll
Benz for
Friends roll
Private jets down to and Caheos
case loads
I don't a shit
Nigga one to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
to death
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear I'm thirty plus
me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a complete
What more can I say play the beat

We gonna let this ride into the
I'ma snap my on this one
more can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
they got you in a mag
For half a billi
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean that shit you write must be
Either that or your is silly
It's
I don't mean to
But if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act I ain't on they ads
The Martha
That's far Jewish
Far from a student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In I'm just previewing it
This ain't the I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To girls stop false accusing it
Back to the
The Maybach is translucent
Niggas got a problem
up be
They can't up me
down I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God me for my brash delivery
But I vividly
What streets did to me
So me
these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I will
Kiss in the forehead
her please forgive me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a joint to knock your off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why would I care
Pound for I'm the best to ever come around here
nobody
Look what I
The soul of a hustler I really ran the
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, say a, Busta Rhymes
But the shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went a bunch of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be one on everybody's list
see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)